A Tiny Speck of Nothing
Assalamu alaikum. Just sharing a poem I wrote, maybe some of you can feel it too. I’m a tiny speck of nothing, I don’t count for much, but still I count… made from substance. I’m scared but I still slip… shaped from clay. I’m clueless, yet aware, just a tool that can be a helpful fool. I am what I am, molded from soil, carrying a strong longing. Each time I think I’ve grasped it, I realize I truly haven’t. Life is like a passing play, how seriously we treat it, though Allah had no need to create it. I am more… I am less… I’m a tiny speck of nothing…